For all the shy kids

Growing up I never really fit in. I was a lot like a faulty puzzle piece with jagged ends on both sides. In the 5th grade my teacher walked up to my desk my arms clenched my sides in nervous apprehension she leaned over and told me "don't ever change." I looked down at the paper white undersides of my arms and nodded my head. I wanted her to walk away as fast as possible because she was drawing attention towards me. Fast forward about 10 years 4 heartbreaks and 2 major mental breakdowns later and I finally understand what she meant. This world has a way of making you bitter. This world will unapologetically break you open to your deepest core, this life will hit you harder than two falling stars colliding into each other at the speed of light every particle of ice, dust, and carbon dioxide will smack you in your face and the world will turn around and ask you " why haven’t you held on to your innocence?" Poetry is not relative to pain, pain is relative to how much ownership you give it, poetry is how much pain you're willing to convey; You think my hurt is romantic? You think sleepless nights and restless minds are theatrical? Box office opportunities like little presents wrapped up in bows on christmas morning for you to profit off of. you say she is quiet I say she is intuitive, you say he is a writer i say he is a philosopher, you cannot marginalize introversion to weakness or a stereotype you cannot deduct humanity based off of human inhibitions somebody's worth or importance is not determined by social interactions. They, are so sensitive. They are the ones you conjure up with quicksand incantations like wallflower, loner, reserved, demure, afraid. They are the ones who have trouble being in relationships because they overthink every single situation, they analyze and understand life as it is, you see the world with 1 pair of eyes they see with 2, they need to understand that they aren’t failures they're just meant for bigger things. They are the writers, the creators, the thinkers of the world. The quiet ones. There is so much hurt here. Sometimes all we can do is detach from it to go to other places in our minds to stay safe and nurture ourselves and be immersed in knowledge and self reflection. They are the ones who bring thoughts and ideas to life, they are the roses who only knew how to grow inwards, they are the blossoms and perennials that grow in between the cracks on sidewalks that no one pays attention to, they are misunderstood and cast aside as weak and fearful but there is more magnificence in them than you will ever know. They, are the great ones.